Refuse

Karen sat silently for a moment considering what Carl had said. She neatly folded her napkin and placed it next to her plate.

"As anchors generally weigh things down, I think it might be best if I weighed anchor and got the hell out of here . . ."

She scooted her chair back and grabbed her plate from the table. Carl sat at the table looking forlorn while Kat still stood at the sink. Karen looked back and forth from mother to son mother before speaking assuredly, "I'll just leave my dish in the sink." She then flung the plate like a flying disc toward the sink where it crashed the counter's backsplash and splattered lasagne through most of the kitchen and on Kat's housedress.

Trying to regain what dignity she might, Karen turned and regally sauntered from the room.

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